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They're here illegally. They acted
as interpreters for us in Iraq.

You can stay here.

Hi.

I'm not really in the mood
for small talk. What do you want?

To apologise.

It's a little late for that,
don't you think?

(CAR APPROACHES)

Look out!

Call 000.

Charlotte, you're on suspension.
Don't do anything you shouldn't.

Shut up and call it in!

Don't move.
(MAN GROANS)

I'm a doctor. Can you hear me?

Yeah.
OK.

What's your name?
(PANTS) Br-Brad.

(GROANS)
Alright, Brad. Try and keep still.

Ambulance, please.
Pedestrian hit by a car.

(GROANS)
(ENGINE REVS)

Brad.

Brad, try and keep still.

(SIREN WAILS)

Out of the way, please.
Let them do their job.

This is Brad. He was hit by a car,
thrown two metres. He landed hard.

You saw it?
Yeah. He was crossing the street.

Hi, Brad. I'm Heath.
How are you doing, mate?

Pretty un-uncomfortable, actually.

I bet you are. My partner's going to
give you something for the pain.

Now, I'm just going to
put this on you.

There's no LOC.
His breathing's uncompromised.

He's got feeling in all his limbs.

Lucky guy to have two competent
medicos passing by, Brad.

I would...would have been luckier
if they didn't need to stop.

This is the one
I've been keeping an eye on.

That looks like an arterial bleed

from the descending branch
of the lateral circumflex.

Right.

Hang a litre of Hartmann's as soon
as possible. We need to load and go.

Just hang in there, Brad. We'll get
you to hospital as soon as possible.

And grab the spine board.

Are you sure you two are OK?
Yeah.

Come on, there's a tap...

(BRAD GROANS)
JACK: Sorry, mate.

We're trying to be
as gentle as we can.

Heath, has he got blood loss?
Approximately two litres.

BP is 90 over 50.

Pulse is 95. Resps, 24.

What are we looking at?
Hit-and-run.

Some bastard just
left him in the gutter to die.

OK. We'll transfer on three.
One, two, three.

(MOANS)

What's going on
underneath that dressing?

Arterial bleed in the descending
branch of the lateral circumflex.

Did you swallow a textbook?

Charlotte was on the scene.
Not involved, I hope.

No. They were in the park
when it happened.

'They'?

Her and that
agency nurse she's friends with.

Rhiannon?
Yeah, that's the one.

Bloody brilliant.

Do you want a portable chest X-ray?
Yeah. And a full trauma series.

We'll get the usual bloods,
group and hold.

Don't say it.

I'm putting my bum in the mincer
to get Beaumont off the hook

and she's sleeping with the enemy.

Well, you know what I mean.

I hope you catch the driver.

Yeah. So do I.

If we have any more questions
we'll be in touch.

They're kidding me.
I've got to get back to Zac.

Wait. Please.
I really want to sort this out.

No. You don't.

You want me to write a letter to
apologise for something I didn't do.

It's not going to happen, Rhiannon.

I promise I will tear up the letter
as soon as I get it.

Are you stupid?

What about the copy
that stays on my record

that forever states that I admit

to sexually harassing
a junior member of staff?

You know, my entire career
is on the line here.

I'm so sorry...
Nah!

Don't you dare apologise.

Tell the truth

and withdraw that complaint.

I can't do that!

The hospital
would ask a thousand questions.

If my family knew...
Your family?

How do I feed my son
without a job?

You fix this mess...

..or, mate,
you're leaving me no choice.

What does that mean?

Just...

..do the right thing.

If I don't hear from you
by lunchtime today...

You'll what?

Charlotte.

You're late.

Um, yeah.
There was an accident. I'm sorry.

Yeah, I heard.
The patient's in Resus.

Is he alright?
Don't know yet.

I thought I told you
to stay away from Charlotte.

I know you did. I was really hoping
I could sort it out.

Did you?

No.

(KNOCKS) Hello?
Help me. Please help.

What's wrong?
My chest feels really tight.

And my heart's going
a million miles an hour.

Come on through.
I'll get you a wheelchair.

(DOOR BUZZES)

It's OK. Calm down.
Now, what's your name?

Debbie Meeks.

OK, Debbie. We'll have a doctor
have a look at you straightaway.

Just take a seat.

Have you had any pins and needles
or numbness in your arm?

No.
But you're having trouble breathing?

Mmm. I feel like
I've run a marathon.

(PUFFS) However that feels.

I can't help you there.
Acute 4 is free.

Just take a few deep breaths for me.

We'll have you on some oxygen
in a minute.

Alright.

(GROANS) No! Please!

(PANTS) Stop!

For God's sake!

Sorry, Brad, we've got to do this.

More pain relief?
Yeah. Another 2.5ml of morphine.

Please stop!

What happened to him?
Um, he was hit by a car.

(PANTS)

VON: Thanks, Mary. That is great.

'Bye.

Now, apparently your little girl

has the prettiest eyes
in the nursery.

I miss her so much.
Yes, I know you do.

We didn't even
have time to name her.

It won't be forever.

They won't take her away,
thinking she has been abandoned?

The police have
asked the mother to come forward.

They will wait
at least a week for a response.

And when they don't get one?

Well, by then we'll have worked out
how to get her back.

You are happy
for us to stay that long?

As long as it takes.

You are truly...a gift.

NADIR: (SHOUTS) No! No!

Nadir?
(GROANS)

(GROANS)
Oh, God.

Hold on, Nadir. Wake up.
Wake up, Nadir. It's just a dream.

It was just a dream.

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

They're gone. You're safe now.

Here, habibi.

(PANTS)

Does this happen often?

He has them all the time now.

It's OK. I'm fine.

(GROANS)
No, you're not.

You're hurt.
It's nothing.

Come on, let's...
Do not touch me.

Nadir!

I'm sorry.

You need to see a doctor, mate.
No.

You've done so much for us already.

We have no way of repaying you.

Well, you can repay me
by letting me check you out.

Come on. I want to take your
blood pressure and your temperature.

Alright?

OK.

This should make you
feel more comfortable.

Thank you.

Brad, we are just going to take you
back to Radiology

to check that there's
no internal bleeding, OK?

Mmm, sure.

Have they caught the mongrel
that did this to me?

ERICA: We haven't heard yet.

The police will speak to you
when you're ready.

Tell them not to waste their time.

I didn't even see it coming.

Mate, you just relax. We'll have you
travelling real soon, OK?

Were you on your way to work?

No. On my way home from the park.

I used to take KC there
every morning.

KC?
My old dog.

I loved that fleabag.

So did the kids.

How many have you got?
10.

What?

I coach the basketball team.

KC was the mascot.

Until some bastard poisoned him.

Who'd want to do
something like that?

What's happening?
BP's dropping.

What's happening?
I'm not sure yet, mate.

Is his leg bleeding again?
No.

It's not the leg.
It could be internal.

Sort out an IV bolus of fluid
and another unit of blood.

And what were you doing
when the symptoms first appeared?

(PANTS) Sorry.

Were you doing anything in particular
when you noticed the tightness?

Er... (CHOKES)

..no.

Have you experienced
breathing difficulties before today?

Er... (PANTS) ..yes.

(PANTS)

Yes. A bit lately.

Is there any pattern to that?

When you're exercising, for example?

I don't exercise.

Any flu-like symptoms?
Coughing? Congested nose?

(PANTS) No.

But I have trouble sleeping.

Are you on any medication for that?

Er, no. Nothing helps.

How's the ECG?

Normal.

But her respiration and heart rate
are both up.

Half an Anginine?

Yeah. I'll grab it in a second.

Let's do a repeat ECG
and put a cannula in.

Anyone in your family
you'd like us to call?

There used to be a husband.

I live alone now.

Debbie...

Debbie.

I'm going to call Pathology
and get them to rush your bloods.

(PANTS) OK.

Well, among other things,

your temperature's too high,

indicating you might have
an infection.

But what really concerns me
is your urine sample.

It's far too dark in colour.

What does that mean?

It means
he may have a kidney infection.

Will you allow me to examine you?

No.

Well, you see, I do need to

so I can work out
your treatment options.

Is this a religious issue?

No.
He doesn't want you to see.

He tried to keep it from me too.

See what?

Nadir.

You have to let her help you.

Thank you.

It will be alright, habibi,
I promise you.

We can't risk it, Von.

I won't have my family
end up in a detention centre.

Oh, please, make him see sense!

I can do no more for him here.

He is my husband.

Well, if you won't
go to the hospital,

I will and I'll get
a doctor's opinion.

Er, yes, I will be discreet.

With the greatest respect, Von,

you do not have the power
to make another person trustworthy.

You realise the alternative.

Well, I need more supplies.

While I'm there,
I'll get some advice.

Is there anyone from your work
you'd like me to call?

Let them know where you are?

I haven't worked since...

..the separation.

What about friends?

My ex took them all with him.

Oh.
Everything's gone to hell.

Oh, I'm sorry, Debbie.

My life's not mine anymore.
How do you mean?

It was such a happy home.

People dropping by, parties, fun.

Well, I'm sure some of those people
were your friends too.

It's dark now.

There's nothing
to come home to anymore.

No matter how many lights I turn on,
it's always dark...cold.

Separations can be tough.

I've lost everything.

Have you spoken
to a counsellor or anyone

to help you try and deal with
how your life's changed?

No.

Just been trying to get by.

Well, that's not always easy to do.
No.

It isn't.

But I'll do what I have to do.

Course you will.

I'm just going to have a chat
with your doctor, OK?

Have Debbie's bloods come back yet?
No.

How are her obs?
Still the same.

It doesn't explain why she's
off with the pixies half the time.

I'm wondering if
it might not be psychological.

Her marriage break-up
was pretty recent.

She has a lot of time
and no-one to spend it with.

You think she might be
attention seeking?

Maybe, but I doubt it.

DEBBIE: Help!

(PANTS)
Hang on, Debbie. We're coming.

Help me, please! I can't breathe!

OK, we need to slow down
your breathing.

Look, I know it's difficult
but you just need to try and relax.

(PANTS) I feel dizzy.
OK. Count with me.

In through your nose,
out through your mouth.

It feels like I'm choking.
I know. It's OK.

Focus on your breathing with me.
In for four.

ABGs and BSL?

Yep.
Keep her O2 and ECG monitoring on.

In with me.
(PANTS)

(SOBS)
You're OK, Debbie. Out for four.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

That's it. In for four.

Any luck?

No next of kin details.

But check this out.
His little girl's a cutie!

That basketball's
about as big as she is.

What? It is. Oh, whatever.

Welcome back.
How are you feeling?

Terrible.

What happened?

You blacked out.

We're going to keep you lying still
until we're sure that you're stable.

But all being well,
we will get you to Radiology.

OK?

When you get back, someone from
Orthopaedics will look at the leg.

No. Rickards has already
agreed to do that.

Oh. You could've told me that
before I looked at the X-ray.

I didn't ask you
to look at the X-ray.

No, right.
So, are you saying I'm redundant?

Uh-huh.

Fine.

Your little girl is gorgeous.

What?

Oh, I was going through your wallet
to look for your next of kin details

and saw her photo.

She's cute.

Oh, yeah.

She is beautiful, isn't she?

What are our waiting times up to?
Five hours.

You are bloody joking!
I wish I were.

What are you doing there?

Oh, paying some bills, checking
some emails. That kind of thing.

While we're two doctors down?
Uh-huh.

Listen, do me a favour,
get off your arse and help

or piss off out of my department.

Beaumont,
if you know what's good for you,

you will answer one of these
bloody messages I keep leaving.

What were those two doing together?
Trying to talk things through.

Apparently people try it sometimes.
Not around here, they don't.

I said not to go within
a bull's roar of the minx.

I said something very
similar to Rhiannon,

although I was
a touch more eloquent.

Well, that's your mistake.

Tell her to bugger off so I can
get a full roster of doctors back.

Not in a million years.
I beg your pardon?

She is exercising her right
as an employee.

Oh, come on. You don't believe
that rubbish she's spouting.

It doesn't matter what I believe.
We have to play by the book.

Er, can I talk to you
about a patient?

No. Not unless they're here
and Category 3 or higher.

Have you got a minute?
Er, no. Sorry.

So, what have Doctors Campion
and Taylor got that I haven't, hey?

Sensible shoes
and a patient-first philosophy.

That'd be why you're stuck here
talking to me, would it?

Suppose you were to, er,
ignore the boots.

Can we go somewhere private?

I have a patient I'm worried about.

OK.

Er, tea-coloured urine,
nausea, vomiting,

tachycardic,

tenderness and pain
in the back and the legs.

It sounds like you ought to
bring him in for a full assessment.

I can't.

What? Er, mobility issues?

Other issues.

Like what?

He has extensive bruising from
one of the worst beatings I've seen.

Well, that's all the more reason
to bring him in.

Who's responsible?

I can't tell you that.

So, what do you want from me?

Diagnosis and prescription.

You're serious.

Well, OK.

Well, among a long list
of potential diagnoses,

it might well be rhabdomyolysis,

in which case lack of treatment
could be fatal.

And you would prescribe...

Not a damn thing without
a face-to-face consultation.

I'll find someone else.

Von,

who the hell is going to prescribe
for a patient they can't see?

(PANTS AND SHUDDERS)

Oh! Why won't this stop?

It's OK. We're looking after you.

But you don't even know
what's wrong with me.

It looks like you're having
a panic attack.

Have you experienced
this sort of thing before?

Not usually this bad, though.

Why didn't you tell me that
when you first came in?

I don't know.

Have you had any treatment for them?

Look, it's OK.

Panic attacks
affect a lot of people.

But compared to someone like that,
I shouldn't even be here.

Heart rate's going back up.

Do I need to have
all these cords on me?

They're making me claustrophobic!

Just leave them, Debbie.
They're helping us monitor you.

Debbie, you need to concentrate
on your breathing.

Breathing in...and out.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)

You're doing really well.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Hey!
Where do you think you're going now?

Oh, I lost power
at my place last night.

I've got an electrician coming.
Oh, is that so?

Don't panic.

I've taken my paperwork with me.

I'll check with Jaeger.

I wouldn't have it
any other way, Frank.

Has Von got any family?

What? What do you care?

I don't know.
I'm just curious. Bored.

Oh, piss off.

Yeah. Right.

Are you nervous?

Why would I be nervous?
By sunset I'll be a married woman.

It has been so hard to organise
while Dan's looking after his mum.

But we managed to get today's last
appointment at the registry office.

He's meeting me here
straight after my shift.

And we were
thinking of having drinks afterwards.

You will be there, won't you?
I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Although you might want to
rethink that drinks thing.

Why?

I doubt Dan wants to spend his
wedding night drinking with mates.

I'm not suggesting a slumber party,
just dinner and a few laughs.

What? Maybe I should call him
and make sure he's OK with it? What?

Oh, no, you're not nervous at all.

Get out.
(LAUGHS) Missed me.

Ah, Debbie.

I'm having trouble
tracking down your medical records.

I was just wondering if you've ever
been to All Saints Hospital before.

Debbie.

Debbie, can you hear me?

Debbie, it's Dr West.

Can you talk to me?

You're in hospital.
Do you know how you came here?

Almost catatonic, isn't she?

Her obs are all normal now.
After a full-blown panic attack?

We've given her 5ml of diazepam.

How's her temp?
It's normal too.

Let me know if it elevates.

Diabetic episode?
No. We did a BSL.

It's fine.
Mmm.

Is she on any medications?
No.

Is there anything we can give her?

Just have to wait
till she snaps out of it.

In the meantime,
do a full tox screen, will you?

In case she has some drugs on board.
And get a psych consult.

Hmm.

Hi. Sorry for the, er, intrusion.

So am I.

He's trying to find us
somewhere else to stay.

Look, I don't want you
taking them anywhere.

Nadir needs urgent
medical attention.

We told him
of your concerns for my health.

And I'm gonna find him a doctor.
I promise.

Oh, like you promised
to get them safe housing?

That's not fair.
Isn't it?

Look, you might be
trying to do the right thing

but there's a baby
in the equation now.

You think I don't know that?
You think I wanted this to happen?

My wife in tears,
my child in the arms of strangers!

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
No!

Chht!

Stay quiet.
No-one will know we're home.

Von! I just saw you walk in there.

It's the doctor I spoke to.

Just... I'll get rid of him.
Just keep quiet.

Don't be bloody stupid!
(WHISPERS) Stay quiet!

Von, stop playing silly buggers.
Let me in.

You know, I spent
a fair bit of money on this kit.

Now it just gathers dust
in the boot of my car.

What are you doing here?

Thought I might examine
your mystery patient.

You've gotta give me your word you
won't report anything you see here.

You got it.

This really a doctor?
Mike Vlasek. I'm a surgeon.

You can trust him.
Right.

Look, I'll get things organised, OK?

Everything we spoke of?
Yeah. Everything.

Hope you know what you're doing.

Sunny fellow.

Nadir!
It's alright. I've got you.

Now, you may not feel like it,
but you're a pretty lucky guy.

See? I told you
it would be good news.

You've got what's called
a grade two splenic injury.

And that's good?

Yeah, well, it's good because
we don't have to operate to treat it.

I thought you said
I had to go to theatre.

You're gonna have to
go to theatre for you leg.

That's a pretty
straightforward procedure.

So what we're gonna do now
is we'll concentrate on your arm.

Can you prepare the Entonox?
Mm-hm.

Shouldn't be too long before you're
back coaching your basketball team.

Mmm.
I don't do that anymore.

Oh. Why not?

Believe it or not,
it got a bit political.

Oh, yeah, I've heard.

Children's sporting teams can be
a hotbed of corruption. (LAUGHS)

There you go.

OK, what you do is you just
inhale on that if you need to.

So what do you do for work?

I'm a music teacher.

Oh. Adults? Kids?

Kids.
Ah!

You are a sucker for punishment.

No, I love it.

(SIGHS) Nadir was kidnapped
off the street by local militia.

He was missing for days.

I thought they had killed him.

They almost did!

MIKE: These look like burns.

I also have them
on my nipples and genitals.

You were tortured?

With electricity. Sticks.

Pipes. Whatever they had.

We were refused asylum.

Western governments believe
their only responsibility

is to herd refugees like cattle
around the Middle East.

Where did you go?
Syria.

But the death threats followed us.

Coming to this country
was the only way

of saving the lives of my wife
and unborn child.

Ahhh!

I need to know about this pain,
Nadir.

I can handle it.

Where exactly is it?
All my joints. All my muscles.

Especially my back.

I don't have the facilities
to treat you properly here.

You have the eyes of a man
who will do his best.

Is he going to be OK?

I've given him fluids
to help with the rehydration,

diuretics to flush out his kidneys,

but they're just
temporary measures.

I have suffered before.

Your muscles are becoming necrotic.

They're releasing toxins
which your kidneys can't process.

Now, in a hospital
I could do something about it.

Here, well, I can't stop you dying.

So it will be.

Hey.

You disappeared on us for a while.

You OK?
Mmm.

Where'd you go?
Somewhere more peaceful.

That wouldn't be hard
in this madhouse.

I'm gonna get Dr West
to come and check you out, OK?

Your pulse is going back up.
Are you feeling anxious again?

A little.
Yeah?

Can I please have some water?
Yeah. Sure.

Oh. So sorry.

That's alright. There's plenty more
where that came from.

I'll just get a mop to clean this up.
Won't be a tick.

(MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY)

Oh, you... (SIGHS)

The day I put through to Orthopods
without being put on hold

I am gonna buy a lottery ticket.

FRANK: You were just as big a pain in
the gluteus when you were up there.

Yep. Yes. Er, hello.

I'm trying to speak to Dr Rickards

about a patient of mine in the ED
at... (SIGHS)

How's your Resus patient?
Oh, you know.

He was hit by a car and his biggest
problem is a fractured femur.

CT OK?

Yeah, pretty much. It's just
a minor splenic laceration.

Debbie, what are you doing
out of bed?

I need to go to the toilet.
I think I'm gonna be sick.

Just wait in your bed.
I'll bring you a bowl.

Can I help you?
No. Do you remember me?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.
It's too late for that.

(GRUNTS)

JACK: Get it!
Oh, bleed!

I have to finish this!
Stay with us, Brad!

Get her out of here.
Don't you dare save him!

Let him die! Let him die!

Damn it! I can't see a bloody thing.
Get another trauma pad.

Here. BP's still dropping.
60 systolic. Heart rate's 160.

He's not pumping onto the floor.
It's going into his chest cavity.

Where's Vlasek?
He hasn't answered his page.

Not gonna be able to get him stable
enough to take him upstairs.

You're gonna have to
crack his chest here.

Scrub up, will you?
Get a size 6, will you?

Size 6.

I need a thoracotomy tray, please.
In.

STEVE: We'll need a chest tray too.

Yep. Ricky, can you...?
OK. Yep.

Are you OK to hold that?
Yep, absolutely.

Who's that?
That's his daughter.

You think the woman
might be his wife?

Ex-girlfriend, maybe.

I dunno, but it's about time
we got some answers.

Get off me! I've done nothing wrong!

We need to sedate her.
Give her another 5ml of diazepam.

Did I kill him this time?

No, you didn't.

But I thought he was dead.

He can't be allowed to live.
He can't.

Why not?

Because he deserves to die.

Why does he deserve to die?

Please don't save him!

He's got a family, Debbie.
A little girl.

He doesn't have a little girl!

He has other people's little girls!

What do you mean by that?
(SOBS)

He killed my daughter!

Oh, you're...

You're saving a murderer!

I'll check on the psych consult.

My father used to go on
about the horrors of war.

Don't think I ever really got it
until now.

Hard to comprehend
until you've seen it.

Yeah. How'd you get involved
in all this?

(LAUGHS DRYLY) Wrong place.

Wrong time.
Hmm.

No, er, Phil came to the hospital
for help.

Adeena was in labour
in a warehouse of derelict trams.

Where's the baby?

In Paediatrics. Here.

Er, listed as abandoned.
Hmm.

I had no other choice.

So you moved them into your house.

And what?
You would've just left them there?

I would've stopped to consider
the consequences.

OK, well, now you've met 'em. Now
you know what they've been through.

You know what you're up against,
don't you?

How seriously your arse
is gonna get kicked over this?

Ah! Worry about that
when it happens.

Now might be a good time
to start worrying,

because with his
current rate of decline

we'll be carting Nadir in here
in an ambulance any second.

I know.
It's not just your job on the line.

You could end up in jail.

Only if you report it.

Will you?

(SIGHS) Course not.

(QUIETLY) Well, that makes you
an accessory.

See you in the big house!

Vlasek, where the hell
have you been?

Er, he's been with me.
Doing what? Rewiring your house?

Oh, you know me, Frank.
Jack of all trades.

Including surgery, I hope.
Get into Resus.

No funny business, Von.
What's going on?

Absolutely nothing
that concerns you.

Everything that happens here
concerns me.

We met outside. I was asking advice
about one of my patients.

Advice? What sort of advice?
Why didn't you ask me?

Medical advice, Frank.

I did ask you but, as usual,

you were too bloody busy
to give me the time of day.

I'm busy now.

Hey, Frank. Got all your messages.
Do you wanna see me?

Yes, I bloody well do, but I haven't
got time now. Wait in my office.

Sure.

Oh, no, why not?

(SIGHS)

Brad coached
Melanie's basketball team.

She loved him.

He used to drop her home
after practice sometimes.

One day she didn't come home.

I called Brad.

He said he thought she was with me.

It never occurred to me
that he'd hurt her.

But he did.

He raped my precious little girl.

And then he strangled her.

You think I'm crazy, don't you?
Think I'm making all this up.

No, no, no. Of course not.

He got off

on some technicality that I will
go to my grave not understanding.

And now he's free to do it all again.

GABRIELLE: He's arresting.
Start internal cardiac massage.

Get some more suction in there.
Jack needs to see what he's doing.

Why did she do this?
Do you think she's delusional?

Well, jabbing a pair of scissors

into another human being
is hardly rational.

Doesn't matter why she did it.
Yeah, it does.

Yes, she'd wanna have
a bloody good motive

for doing what she's done, Frank.

He raped and murdered
her nine-year-old daughter.

Jack, you alright?

Oh!

I can't stop thinking about...
about how she suffered!

How confused she must've been
about what was happening to her.

Her last words
would've been cries for help.

Cries for Mummy.

And Mummy wasn't there.

How did he get to her?

He was a little girls'
basketball coach.

Oh, my God.

OK, let's just hold it together,
people, shall we?

Jack? Jack, snap out of it.

Get some more suction in here.

Is he gonna live?

Dunno. They're prepping him
for theatre now.

I... I just kept seeing
the little girl.

(SIGHS) He, um...he told us
how much he loved kids.

Made himself out to be
a really good Samaritan.

And I bought it,
hook, line and sinker.

How could you know any different?

(SIGHS)

What does it say about
my character judgment, Frank?

You think the best of people.

Huh.

That said, Brad won't be the last
patient you have to deal with

who's done something abhorrent.

No. Yeah, I'm sorry.

I will not let my personal agendas

get in the way of
my treatment of patients.

You know, if it had been
my hand around his heart...

..I might've stopped as well.

Or squeezed.

You go home.
We've got everything covered.

Jack alright?
Yeah, yeah. He will be. He will be.

He's going up to theatre.
You'll have to interview him later.

Not here for him. I need to speak
to the woman who assaulted him.

Oh, yes. Of course. Walk this way.

How is she?
Diazepam's taking effect.

So when can I take her away
for questioning?

She's been sedated, so she'll have
to stay in for another four hours.

OK. I'll just talk to her here, then.

Still waiting on a psych consult.
That'll need to happen first.

What do you know about
the business with the little girl?

I know that the detectives
working on the case were convinced

that your man in Resus
was responsible.

What happened?
Seems he fell in love with Melanie.

(SCOFFS)

And once he earned her trust,
he sexually abused her.

Has he attacked other children?
Not that we know of.

And he's never been done for it?

There was an issue with the search
warrant and he had an alibi,

so that left the judge
with no option.

It's not right.

It does make you
question the whole system.

Hmm!
She's gonna be arrested, isn't she?

Yeah.

For the, er...for the stabbing
and for the hit-and-run.

I'm gonna need to take
statements as well,

from everyone who witnessed
the attack here today.

Yep, yep. Of course.
OK. Thanks.

She must've followed him here.

Bluffed her way in
to finish the job.

But her symptoms were real.

If I'd been through what she has,
I'd be having panic attacks too.

Frank, someone from Paediatrics
wants to speak to you.

Oh.
It's not fair.

No, it's not.

Don't you need to be somewhere?
Oh, God.

I do.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Well, was anyone else hurt?
I mean, besides the Resus patient?

No.
Well, that's a relief.

Yeah, well, Bart's still in there
looking after Debbie.

I don't think he'll make it
to the registry office in time.

And Jack...Jack's freaked out.

I don't think he's in the right
frame of mind to be there at all.

OK, what about you?

I mean...are you in the right
frame of mind to get married?

Yeah! Of course! Aw!

Because I don't think
we should be doing this.

No, look, I think that
we should be getting married.

That, you know, I think
we definitely should be doing.

But I don't want
our anniversary stories

being about some attempted murder.

Me either.
Hmm?

Mmm. (LAUGHS)

Kinda makes me think about
the sort of memories that I do want.

And...you know,
and all this registry office thing,

it just feels like
we're doing something sneaky.

What are you saying, Daniel?

Um, we should do this properly.

Really?
Yeah.

Unless you're not cool with us
having a big, fat wedding.

I'm very cool with that.
You cool with that?

Yes!
(CHUCKLES)

I love you!
I love you too.

FRANK: Got time for a story?

No.
I'll tell you one anyway.

The little baby
you brought in yesterday

has disappeared
from Paediatrics Ward.

Any thoughts?
None whatsoever.

So you know nothing about it?
I've gotta go.

But you can tell me
another story tomorrow, please.

Well, haven't you been busy?

Look, it was better you didn't know.

Where's the baby?
With her parents.

And where are they?
(SIGHS)

I put them somewhere else
in a safe house.

Except they won't be safe,
will they?

Because the baby's father's about
to drop dead from blood poisoning.

I'll deal with that.
He doesn't need you.

He needs a hospital.

They've made this decision
as a family. That's all I can say.

Yes, a decision made by a sick man
whose wife is standing by him,

regardless of how irrational
he's being.

They're incredibly grateful
for everything you've done for them.

Please don't do this.

And they said to tell you that
they've named their baby girl Amal.

Means 'hope'.

Oh, God! You're still here.
Yeah.

Yeah, I figured we needed to talk,

even though you left me here
stranded for hours and hours.

Sorry about that.
It's just that things, er...

Got complicated. I heard.

I can't believe
he was a child-killer.

Yeah, well, I can't believe
you spent the morning with Rhiannon.

Heath told you. OK, well,
it was Rhiannon's idea, not mine.

Did you work anything out with her?

Apparently not.
Mmm.

I was hoping she'd change her mind,
withdraw the complaint,

but no such luck.

This is why I said
the smart thing to do

would be to stay the hell
away from the woman.

No, the smart thing to do, Frank,
is take care of myself,

so I've had another meeting today.

With a solicitor.

I said I'd handle it.

Too little, too late.

I've decided to file
a defamation case against Rhiannon

and I was hoping you'd be
a character witness for me.

Well, you know if you do that
it'll be on the public record.

Yes, I know that, but dealing with
this internally has got me nowhere,

so I really don't have any choice,
do I?

Come on, Beaumont, listen...
No, no more listening, Frank.

I will see you in court.